Chapter 251: Ghost Messenger Ferrying People

This thunder came very suddenly, startling everyone.

Tang Duan and Hong Fu, in particular, reacted the most violently. Tang Duan slipped down the mountain road before he could keep his footing.

Fortunately, Dong Yuan had quick hands and eyes and caught the noose of the coffin behind him as he slid down.

But her sudden attack caused the rope on Tang Duan's chest to move up and strangle his neck.

Under this mountain road is a steep mountain peak, which is more than ten meters away from the valley below. It is impossible to see the bottom in the night.

Tang Duan was tightly tied around his neck by the rope. His hands were grabbing everywhere, but he could only pull out some unstable weeds. Suddenly, the surroundings were filled with smoke and dust.

"Don't hold on to the noose, hold on to the coffin and lift him up!"

The others didn't react for a while. When they saw Tang Duan sliding down the mountain road, they all grabbed the rope.

Only Chang Nian noticed the abnormality on Tang Duan's neck and quickly spoke to stop it.

Several people hurriedly dragged Tang Duan up, who was in a state of embarrassment.

Tang Duan wanted to sit down and take a rest, but with the coffin in his body, he could only stand upright and rub his neck vigorously.

This is just a small episode. Ji Li, who is far away from the others at the front, has been watching with cold eyes.

He is observing what form this mission will take.

A storm, a strange Feng Mountain, Feng City related to the underworld, several living people from a sinful place who are about to face sin...

The brilliance in Ji Li's eyes was completely hidden in the darkness, like a cold machine, and even his breathing became subtle.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the end of the mountain road.

Strictly speaking, their current location is not Fengshan Mountain.

This huge mountain, completely silent in the night, is the real entrance.

Looking from afar, where the mountain gate is, there is a huge human-shaped head, which is bone white and has been washed away by storms for countless years.

This is also the iconic landmark of Fengshan, a human-shaped head statue.

But this is just a human head, with a nose, eyes, mouth, and ears, but no other limbs.

There is no record of when the huge head statue was placed here, or by whom or how.

But it has become the only way to enter Fengshan Mountain.

There are two ways into Fengshan Mountain.

One is the mountain road halfway up the mountain on the right, which leads directly to the human head sculpture on Fengshan Mountain.

They will walk all the way up from here and will enter the boundary of Fengshan Mountain through the right nostril of the human head.

The other way is to walk through the valley.

It was just below where Tang Duan slipped and fell. It was a long, narrow, dark road.

If you go all the way to the end, a living person will enter Fengshan Mountain from the mouth of the human head sculpture.

According to common sense, it is safer to take the valley road, and the road is relatively flat.

But Ji Li's choice was to take the steeper and more difficult mountainside road.

This is because he heard that the two brothers who drowned in Fengshan Mountain took the valley road below to enter the mountain.

It is too weird to be drowned for no reason in the deep mountains and old forests.

Ji Li was worried that he would make the same mistake as his dead brother, so he would rather walk halfway up the mountain.

No one dared to object to this, after all, they did not dare to gamble.

"Dong Yuan, check today's almanac."

Looking at the statue of a human head that was neither far nor near, and thinking of the legend of Fengcheng, Ji Li seemed to have some ideas about the form of the mission.

Dong Yuan didn't quite understand what Ji Li said, but she still followed it.

But when she turned on her phone, she found that the signal was extremely poor and the network was completely non-existent.

"Store manager, the Internet is not working."

"November 14, 2015, the year of Yiwei, the month of Dinghai, and the day of Xinchou, is the tenth day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar..."

But Chang Nian on the other side took over and started talking.

Ji Li nodded and continued walking forward without stopping.

"Keep talking."

Chang Nian pursed her lips and her brain began to work. She was very concerned about this kind of thing, so she continued: "It is suitable for worship, it is suitable for painting, it is suitable for shepherding..."

"What are you talking about?" Ji Li interrupted her without turning around and turned to ask.

"Don't pray for blessings, don't disturb the earth, don't bury people, don't put coffins in!"

Having said this, Chang Nian finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

She had never thought about this issue before. If Ji Li hadn't mentioned it, she would have never had a clue.

On this day, almost all the taboos were committed by the clerks!

And if you continue to violate it all the way, you can't go back.

"What...what does this mean?"

"The hotel specially arranged today. Is this just for this?"

The other people started discussing it one after another, and the team stopped for a while.

But Yu Guo hurried past several people without stopping and only said one sentence.

"Carrying a coffin into the mountains is a taboo. This cryptic message will serve as a reminder."

"What hint?"

"Perhaps everything in Fengcheng and Fengshan is really related to that legendary place."

Yu Guo raised his head slightly, looked at the head that was not far away, met Ji Li's eyes again, and said word by word: "Underworld!"

"flower!"

Ji Li and his party had already carried the coffin and walked to the edge of the pair of nostrils.

Viewed from the nearest position, this head is really huge, and even the pair of nostrils are big enough for several people to pass through.

At this moment, Tian Xiaoyu suddenly saw that there were several tender but tough bright red flowers growing on the bone-like head.

"Higanbana?"

Chang Nian suddenly leaned forward to take a look, and gently touched one with her finger.

Those bright red flowers bloomed extremely brilliantly. Where did the flowers growing on the stone sculptures get nutrients to absorb?

"Is it really the other shore flower that is connected to the Yin and Yang worlds..."

Dong Yuan had a bad premonition. They didn't hear the conversation between Yu Guo and Ji Li. This was the first time they shifted their thoughts to the underworld related to Fengcheng!

Chang Nian's face became extremely bad. In a trance, she connected everything.

The form of this mission was to carry a coffin from the real world into Fengshan...

And the deep of Fengshan they were going to was actually the legendary underworld!

"Impossible! Impossible! As living people, how could we enter the legendary underworld?" Tang Duan didn't believe it at all. He didn't understand.

There are ghosts in this world, but how could the underworld, which is widely spread in Chinese culture, appear?

The underworld doesn't care about ghosts, but lets them roam the world...

This is too unreasonable.

"Don't doubt it. What we saw may not be the real underworld. It may be created by a ghost."

"I don't think so. According to what you said, how powerful must that ghost be to dare to create a barrier like the underworld?"

For a while, the shop assistants argued endlessly. The entrance of Fengshan was close at hand, but no one walked in first.

Ji Li pushed Yu Guo, whose face was getting more and more defeated.

Yu Guo looked back, and then there appeared a scene that he would never forget in his life.

At the end of the mountain road, there was a bridge that connected to the sky, but it was too dark to see the distance.

Under the rolling thunder, the rain suddenly poured down, and when the fog and water vapor filled to the limit.

On the old stone bridge, a pair of figures walking side by side appeared.

Bursts of copper bells accompanied by silent rain suddenly came, interrupting everyone and attracting everyone's attention until they were stunned.

The pair of figures got closer and closer, and finally revealed their true appearance.

They wore torn long gowns and bare feet as they stepped on the slippery bridge surface. Their skin looked like wind-dried sand, rough and gray.

The most shocking thing was that although this pair of mysterious figures were as thin as withered, each of them was about two meters and four or five meters tall!

Both of them wore broken bamboo hats, which could not block the rain, but could block most of their gray faces.

The one on the left held a broken umbrella with several copper bells hanging on the edge of the umbrella, and the pleasant sound came from its palm.

The one on the right held a prayer wheel with unique runes flashing with a faint green light, and there was a faint chanting of scriptures.

A stone bridge in the mist and rain, and an old umbrella with scriptures.

Their identities were ghost messengers, coming here to ferry people.

The identity of the clerk was a dead soul, coming here to reincarnate.